It's a tease.
A delicious, agonizing tease.
He draws circles with his thumb, so, so close to where it needs to be. He does it until I'm panting. Until I'm clutching at his t-shirt.
Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.
Again.
Again.
"Brendon," I breathe. "Please."
"Take off your panties."
I slide them off my hips. Kick them from my ankles.
He drags his hand down my side, over my hip. "Turn around."
This time, I don't hesitate.
"Touch the ground."
My... Uh...
"Now."
I must be going out of my mind. Because I'm not stopping him. I'm not saying what's wrong with you?
There isn't a single part of me that objects.
I want to be on display for him.
This on display for him.
I roll from my hips as slowly as I can.
There.
My fingers skim the hardwood.
Then it's my palms.
Thank God for my exercise routine. I can hold this position for as long as I need to.
He moves closer. So his crotch is against mine. So I can feel his hard-on against my sex.
He's hard from the sight of me.
Fuck, it's thrilling.
Intoxicating.
Those damn jeans are in the way, but still, that's Brendon pressed against me.
Almost mine.
God, I need him to be mine.